In times where laws; shielded me,
and years seemed like a lifetime,
I picked up unique oddity,
only to be mine,
other kids, chose candyfloss,
but savoury was my taste,
after playing in dirty moss,
I went to larder in haste,
detoured round the cookie jar,
Italian string my goal,
to send my boredom way afar,
no need to boil bowl,
the satisfying snap on teeth,
my past time memory,
kept all my woes underneath,
my weird made remedy,
fast forward, to today,
habit and vice are judged,
especially those, that are strange,
such is man, beloved,
but mark this, and mark it well,
a crutch makes a human,
one man’s heaven’s, another’s hell,
but we are all life’s crewmen,
so pick a faith, pick a practice,
leave scrutiny at home,
not everyone’s a Baptist,
not everyone’s from Rome,
so, I ate raw spaghetti,
I’m not trying to impress,
in a world that is so petty,
that recycles all the mess.